And lead me solely through such pathway,Where laughs do laugh in the darkAnd where the music plays, the music plays!Don't let me God, don't ever, tasteSo-called 'The Wisdom of Life',As long as life lasts, as long as life lasts!

I need vast stretches of water,The bad one and the good,For all my fair clemenciesAnd inclemencies of my soulI need tremendous romp,This romp is what I needFor all my longtime yearningsAnd all my soul's wants

Deep night whisperings of Poles,And wild high-legged forestsGrand outs just out of the city line,And a great lot of spare time

And lead me solely through such pathway,Where laughs do laugh in the darkAnd where the music plays, the music plays!Don't let me God, don't ever, tasteSo-called 'The Wisdom of Life',As long as life lasts!As long as life lasts!

Translation done by me. I tried the Google Translator first of course, just for curiosity, and although it is tremendously improved now by the advanced AI systems it thankfully still doesn't cope very well with poetry.

I feel a little bit confused. Instead of finding another insanely high mountain I've found stream of genuine poetry. Well, these are the risks for explorers of uncanny worlds.

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poetry

Glory

Glory to whom first offTo whom glory in the highest?

Glory to you foremost,grass favourable to everybodyYou countryland down from EdenGlory! Glory!

Glory to you, the sunYou lonely boarWho get out of night quagmires early in the morningAnd run up, rising to the sky, alone And pierce black clouds with white tuskAnd without blood this all –- bravo, bravoAnd this all goldenly and hurts nobodyGlory! Gloria in excelsis soli!

Now together with the praised sunRiding it boarback let's gallop and rush

Glory to you, the wind, Youngster everlasting,Orphan of the world and Fortune's darlingDeliver from evil, noxious weeds and soilGently roll those at seaGlory! Gloria in excelsis eoli!

Now jointly with the praised windLet's gallop together horseback through the field

Glory to you, singing little birdsGlory to the fishes splashing in the lakesGlory to you, meadow jumping hares Fallen in love with joyful glow-worm's flaresGlory to you: winters, springs, summers, autumnsGlory to the one who goes with no wrathThroughout snows, rains, shadows, shining light

All his property in chest under his clothAnd whose path is firm and will never fallGlory! Glory!